To another year, that except for the Presidential primaries and election (!), flashed by at lightening speed.
Not such a great year for the bottom line, stress points escalating as much as the Dow Jones plunged. Housing screwed up from years and years of business and banking greed (plus, let's be honest...surreal elitist tendencies of a credit obsessed public)...future generations paying for the mistakes of an older generation who were paying already for the enabling of an even older generation.
Kids grow older, magic dims, hearts ache, bones creak, wrinkles~ damn them~ erode in spite of moisturizers! Even though 50 may be the old 40 and 40 maybe the old 30, etc etc etc. We cannot stop time! (vitamins, diet conscious food manufacturers, jeans, great new styles, and the free spirited maturing of defiant hippie souls has sure helped :) ) But we age. We ALLL age.
AND YET...here we face the (shamelessly stolen phrase) audacity of HOPE. So many of us have tightened our belts before and pulled ourselves up by the bootstraps, but we did so, for the most part, without much assistance from an administration that ...just went wretchedly out of control over the last decade. Now we have a chance for genuine change. Be you right left or firmly in the middle...the chance for intelligent change is just around the calendar corner. We can participate in a remarkable shift.
An economy that is foully dashed can recover with concentrated and educated rehabilitation.
Global hatred CAN be tempered with civil, emboldened stands towards peaceful coexistance.
Wrinkles WILL be lessened with new and improved magic creams (!) And laugh lines around the most knowing and experienced eyes will be highly appreciated and appealing. (hey, we boomers have the NUMBERS behind our members, now. don't mess with us!)
SO while there is utter frustration and some despair, fear and resignation, there is ALWAYS that eternal cycle of life, the upswing of HOPE and the audacity of the every day woman and man to grasp it in their fist and refuse to buckle.
People just have that ability at heart.
New hope, new opportunity, new experiences, new year.
Fresh beginnings with vintage friends.
Soulful promises cut some slack.
Oh! Status quo, some hearts don't bend.
Bittersweet memories with untied ends.
Moving forward, a few glances back.
Tearing apart, yet seeking amends.
Resolutions to what?
Change the obvious?
Oblivious to change?
So it seems.
Hopeful hyperbole dousing fears
Own bootstraps firmly tugged.
Brave new world, drying tears.
Positively shifting gears.
Self healing needs luxuriously hugged.
As magic midnite minute nears.
Ah, Chance, another New Year.